Spoilers follow ...
- High-Rise review by NP
The depiction of human society collapsing into chaos is just as relevant and prescient today, over 40 years after the original JG Ballard novel was written in 1975. Tom Hiddleston (who also narrates the audio-book version) plays Robert Laing, first seen eating the remains of an Alsatian dog, as in the book.
Skipping back to three months earlier, when the complex was barely finished, and Laing is ‘welcomed’ into the ‘High-Rise’ by his fellow inhabitants, it is clear for the most part, that his manners, respect and politeness are no match for the abrasive confidence of many of his neighbours, determined to get him to ‘join in,’ and yet seem unwilling to accept him into their clique.
When the building slides into disrepair, and the luxurious amenities become an ever-growing series of unsightly, inoperable facilities, it seems the residents’ descent into pack mentality had started well before the decay of their world; if anything, the swimming pool, lifts and corridors are simply sliding into a fitting accompaniment to the residents’ wilful degradation. The building is simply accepting the squalor of its occupants.
The recreation of the 1970s is a conservative one, which is probably deliberate; it is doubtful how seriously we could take a story featuring the garish winged collars, flares and safari suits modelled at the time – instead we get more of a suggestion of the fashions from that era. The endlessly pregnant Helen (Elisabeth Moss), very much an innocent compared to the others, happily chain-smokes, without comment from anyone, another sign of the times.
Anthony Royle (the tower-block’s hierarchy?), the architect, floats around the wreckage of his dream like Dr. Moreau, surrounded by the barely human animals he has created. Jeremy Irons is every bit as good as you could imagine him to be. Typically of Ben Wheatley-directed films, the cast are universally good, and full of familiar faces, if not names. Dan Renton Skinner (better known as comic character Angelos Epithemiou) is unrecognisable as brutal Simmons, a character you long to see beaten up – which he is, by Richard Wilder (Luke Evans) who is even more Neanderthal than he. Reece Shearsmith is Nathan Steele, Sienna Miller plays Charlotte Melville, James Purefoy excels as Pangbourne, and Hiddleston is excellent as the central Laing. His character, like that of Helen, only partially succumbs to the toxic new world around them; fitting then, that they appear to form a relationship that may have a future, although nothing and no-one is exclusive.
A film ostensibly about unpleasant people succumbing to their baser instinct is not necessarily a story that justifies two hours, and yet any cuts made to this would rob the film of its potency. The humans presented are us, our society, without the veneer of respectability, policing or media. The lack of interference by the outside world is cursory, which is the only unrealistic aspect of this tale: the authorities simply don’t want to know.
Nothing is fixed; life continues. So as civilisation settles into a biryani of filth, what could be nicer than to sit back, eat the rest of the dog, and listen to a speech from Margaret Thatcher whilst waiting ‘for failure to reach the second tower in the Development.’ Thatcher’s love affair with dividing the rich (on the top floors) from the poor (the lower levels – in every sense) could be echoed here, and again, still echoes now.
4 out of 5 members found this review helpful.
Rubbish
- High-Rise review by SL
This film tries to be arty and it just ends up being weird, wasted 120 minutes of my life watching this!!, actually only about 90 as I fast forwarded to the end.
Give it a big miss, zero stars...
3 out of 4 members found this review helpful.
Too true to be good
- High-Rise review by PR
I felt the need to endorse this film as most reviewers gave it a low score - most undeservedly, in my opinion.
For a start, it does justice to the book (as far as I remember, it is a long time since I read it) in that its main theme is the very nasty, feral nature that lurks just under everybody's veneer of civilization. The casting and acting are excellent all round, with top marks to Hiddleston and Irons, and ancillaries like the music and sets really add to the sense of increasing detachment from reality.
The most scary aspect for me is not the violence as such, but its acceptance as a perfectly normal way of life and, as a result, the typical retreat into personal gratification at a banal (in this case mainly sexual) level, presumably because facing facts in all their horror is too much for the brain to cope with . Alternatively, many of the characters continue going through the motions of what was once their normal routine, even as civilization collapses around them.
My only qualm is the inclusion of Margaret Thatcher's speech at the very end, because that drags the film down into the realms of yet more clichéd rants about capitalism when, in reality, the class wars could easily have been instead about anything else: religion, age, race, which football team you support… anything people hook on to in order to belong to a group and hate others. In other words, this film is about human nature, not about a political or social system, and not a futuristic dystopia at all, but about an already too-real present. Somewhere in the world this is happening as you munch your popcorn.
2 out of 4 members found this review helpful.
Nice scenery, shame about everything else.
- High-Rise review by MW
As a fan of Wheatley's previous offerings, I was looking forward to this. Apart from the set design (which is superb), everything else feels a bit forced. I'm not sure why the Director chose to make this or what he was hoping to say. It doesn't work as a satire, drama or thriller. None of the characters are particularly likeable, they're mostly caricatures and I wasn't bothered what happened to any of them. It reminded me of one of those "Play for today" dramas the BBC used to make in the seventies. But much, much longer.
2 out of 2 members found this review helpful.
Don't Bother
- High-Rise review by PE
Don't let the superb production design and cinematography lull you into thinking this film is worth watching, it isn't
2 out of 2 members found this review helpful.
rubbish
- High-Rise review by CP Customer
Dont bother very disappointing, stupid movie........................................not worth any more.
2 out of 2 members found this review helpful.
I got bored and gave up.
- High-Rise review by CC
This started well and looked fantastic but as time progressed I found myself more and more bored and distracted.
An hour in, I was finding it difficult to continue to care. I checked the run time and found I had another hour.
I gave it five more minutes.
I switched it off.
The problem is this - the depiction of the social order and its evident breakdown is far too repetitive and ought to have been cut drastically. I'm sure I missed some interesting drama at the end - but I just couldn't be bothered to wade through more stylish but hollow repetition.
Not for the first time I find myself thinking that Ben Wheatley makes half of a good film and half of a terrible one and cut and shuts them together.
Shame - I had high hopes for it - no pun intended.
1 out of 1 members found this review helpful.
Disappointing
- High-Rise review by AL
I loved Wheatley's previous films, and expected better. I had read the source material, but don't think that this filme either reflects or enhances the book. I have watched this story of social disorder put forward in better films.
1 out of 2 members found this review helpful.
Cannes fodder
- High-Rise review by JD
This film is very specifically aimed at the Cannes film festival film critics. It is soooh arty. Lots of disinterested sex, drowned dogs, camera man filming camera man filming camera man, the plot is poor (in essence the higher the floor you live on the posher you are, floors warring with floors). Not pretty, not brilliant, not entertaining. I didn't get to the end.
1 out of 1 members found this review helpful.
Anarchy in the UK
- High-Rise review by Count Otto Black
In this unsubtle allegory, a mega-rich man whose surname is Royal (like I said, unsubtle!) builds a 40-story tower-block intended to function as microcosm of society, with everyone's social status indicated by how far up it they live, instals himself in a heavenly penthouse accessible only by a private elevator (so basically he's God), and assumes his innovative social experiment will work out just fine.
It doesn't. Beset by the very specific ills of Thatcher's Britain, in which the film is set - class inequality, power outages, and mounting piles of garbage - the tenants of the lower floors rebel, the upper classes strike back, and by the time equilibrium has been restored, the survivors are ragged savages living among the debris of civilization and eating roast dogs.
Almost nothing in the film is the slightest bit subtle. The basic premise, that all the occupants of the block spontaneously cut themselves off from the outside world (which somehow doesn't notice) in order to wage a symbolic class war, doesn't even pretend to be realistic. Every character is a symbol rather than a person, they often talk in oddly stilted ways, and none of them are particularly likable, though the poorest tenants are portrayed as the nicest, while the richest are monstrously decadent one-dimensional caricatures.
Ben Wheatley's films have consistently shown that, while he's a technically accomplished director willing to explore the blackest of black humor and the most grotesque of situations, his worst failing is that he doesn't know where to draw the line. Sometimes, especially in his debut feature "Down Terrace", the humor becomes so dark that it isn't funny at all, and the grimness is so relentless that it's downright depressing.
Here, given by far his biggest budget to date, he meticulously creates a complex environment with a great deal going on in it, but it's never as involving as it should be, because we simply don't care what happens to most of these horrible people. And once you lose interest in the characters, it soon dawns on you that the scenes of them doing unpleasant things frequently go on for much longer than necessary before the plot advances.
As for Tom Hiddleston's "hero", he's literally an Everyman, the ultimate social mixer who ironically becomes the only tenant to truly fit in while inadvertently triggering the Apocalypse, and he drifts passively through almost all the action, most of which is supplied by a secondary character, the unsubtly-named Wilder, who ought to be the official hero of the film. In a book, it's fine for the protagonist to wander around allowing us to see the action through his eyes but not really doing much himself. In a movie, that function is usually performed by something called a "camera".
It looks splendid, though often in an unpleasant way, but ultimately this film is hollow at its core, and casting the talented and charismatic Hiddleston isn't enough to hide the fact that he's playing a nonentity. Luis Buñuel's 1962 Surrealist masterpiece "The Exterminating Angel" explores a very similar situation on a vastly lower budget, but it's a far better film because Buñuel understood that even if you disapproved of the decadent upper-class characters (which Buñuel, being a member of the Communist Party, obviously did), to enjoy the movie you had to care whether or not they survived. Ben Wheatley needs to work on that.
1 out of 1 members found this review helpful.